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I am always in front of you, but you will never see me. What am I?
When can someone truthfully tell someone βwell doneβ but think they did a bad job?
What does no man want, yet no man want to lose?
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground It holds pale gems of blue.
If you break me, I do not stop working. If you touch me, I may be snared. If you lose me, nothing will matter.
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads on them, And the mouth tastes them. What are they?